I Crashed Into My Wife’s Affair

“I’m going to beat your—”

Jason was enraged and wanted to pick a fight with me. As he rushed over, I kicked him straight to the ground.

He got up to try again, but a traffic cop rushed over and stopped him.

“Stop it, or I’m taking both of you with me to the station!”

“Officer, this broke loser hit my car and attacked me. Hurry up and arrest him!” Jason complained to the cop while pointing at me with one hand and gripping his waist with the other.

The cop ignored his nonsensical accusations and asked us both for the footage from our dashcams.

I pulled up the footage on my phone and showed it to the cop.

The officer watched carefully. After finishing, he turned sharply to Jason. “It’s clearly entirely your fault. How dare you shamelessly demand payment?

“You’d better settle compensation quickly with the owner of the vehicle, or we’ll charge you with reckless driving and take you into the station.”

“Do you cops even know how to judge the situation? Take a good look. I drive a Valterra, and my wife is someone important. You can’t afford to mess with—”

“I don’t care what car you drive or who your wife is. Our job is to enforce the law. This is your warning. If you keep refusing the penalty, we’ll take you straight to the station.”

Jason grumbled angrily at first, but after seeing the cop’s strict face, he no longer dared to go against the cop and opted to call for help.

I glanced at his phone screen and saw that the person he was dialing was indeed my wife, Amy Parker.

Though I could not hear their conversation, his playful tone, mischievous expression, and endearing nickname for the person on the other line told me they were not just solving the issue; they were flirting, too.

Jason hung up and looked spirited again after the call. He arrogantly pointed at his car. “Fine. I’ll pay you! What’s the big deal?

“I bought insurance worth three million for this Valterra—more than enough to cover your junk Nimgo. You won’t be shortchanged even a single cent, you broke loser!”

I sneered. That insurance would not come close to paying for my limited-edition Nimgo. Besides, his reckless driving was outside the coverage of the insurance.

Today, I was determined to force these cheating idiots to show their true colors.

The insurance agent soon arrived. He probably knew about cars, as he turned pale the moment he recognized my Nimgo.

After reading Jason’s accident report, he finally sighed with relief. “Sir, this accident was caused by your aggressive driving. It’s outside our coverage. Please handle compensation with the other party yourself. Thank you.”

Jason exploded the instant he heard that he had to pay himself and yelled at the agent, “What kind of worthless insurance is this? If you don’t pay out after an accident, aren’t you swindling the people who bought insurance?”

The agent did not bother arguing and left quickly.

“So, are you paying up or going to jail?” I calmly asked him.

Many in the crowd were the type to feel righteous. They quickly turned against him after learning the truth.

“You think driving a Valterra makes you special? Just because the other party didn’t move over to let you pass, you decided to block his path. Don’t act like you own the road!”

“You caused the accident yourself, and you expect insurance to pay? They’re not idiots!”

After failing to make it my fault and facing my compensation demand, Jason’s expression turned sour. The crowd’s mocking taunts made him fly into a rage.

He went and grabbed a baseball bat from his car. Then, he immediately started smashing my car with the bat. He shouted while smashing, “You want money from me? I’ll wreck your junk car into pieces right in front of you! Worst case scenario, I’ll buy you another!

“You dare ask me to pay? Next, I’ll smash your face!”

Watching him lose control was exactly what I had hoped for. I stepped back quietly and waited to see him embarrass himself further.

After tiring himself out, he threw five hundred thousand dollars onto my car. “Here, loser! five hundred thousand is more than enough to buy your trashy car. Take the extra as charity and get lost!”

I chuckled coldly. “This won’t even cover one of my headlights, let alone the whole car. Better get more money fast or prepare to rot in jail.”